Pick Up A Mic

[Werd:]

Yo it's Werd

It's one of those Scottish things

Lateface on the beat see it's like

If I ever stand up and I pick up a mic

Then in other words I just picked up my life

What occurs in life is in which that I write

Lifes a bitch but you got to clutch her tight

She's funny she always demands money

Or you loose face and crash like crash dummies

And she needs more for food hash and rent

Till a look at other lifes and wish I lived with them

Till I'm hell bent because I rhyme heaven sent

But born in a place that rap was never meant

To flourish they laughed and called it rubbish

No urban in the Scot could ever bring the ruckus

Fuck it who the fuck are you to judge it

A whack Mc or a Dj who could'ntcut it

I love it I'm getting made beats

Next I need paid I'm only played in the streets

Sit back close your eyes and imagine

Everything you hoped and wished for never happened

So all you had was rapping to change things

Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings

Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing

I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings

I sit down I drop the mic

I stop for a second then I pick up the light

The joint picks me up for a second am fine

Then I pick up the bottle and sip the Bucky wine

I just want to shine like boy racer wheels

But all I'm ever offered are fucking hash deals

No rap deal so I deal with disappointments

Only feel alive when I take this joint and

I need to quit I canny (fuck it)

Call me oor Willie I'm always on the bucket

Tell me to quit do a DX and suck it

I can only write rhymes when I'm half out my nugget

So if I stop rapping you'll understand it

I never thought you would listen I never planned it

So if I got rich I could'ntstand it

I'd end up putting all my money in the bandits

Sit back close your eyes and imagine

Everything you hoped and wished for never happened

So all you had was rapping to change things

Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings

Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing

I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings

Do you know where I'm from what this place is like?

Before kids can cycle they can chore a bike

And at night they'll pick some fights

And that's real funny till they pick up a knife

They say my life isn't suited for rap

But a flow so can I skip selling crack

Shit no gnats but cunts are still shooting

Shooting with the needle and the fucking spoon cooking

So things is looking like a train spotting scene

Trust me to write a sweet sixteen

Without the smack I'm just trying to deal rap

Put the needle to the record and inject my track

That's a lyrical bat Scotland wake up

Would it be a miracle to drop the hate nut

Jealous cause I do it and I'm young

Call me Craig Gordon I'm Scotlands number one

Sit back close your eyes and imagine

Everything you hoped and wished for never happened

So all you had was rapping to change things

Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings

Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing

I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings

Just trying to change things